death of hope

Chapter 285 "Corporate Warrior" (201) Deep memories

The tunnel is dark and long...

Angjien's little grandson, Joy, was afraid of the dark and trembled non-stop when he got down. Mahmadi gave him a tactical flashlight, and the kid gradually felt relieved.

340 meters underground, Captain Marcus Lynch stepped over the yellow and white "accident scene" cordon,

Pull out the iron nails, uncover the white thick plastic sheet printed with the words "Biochemical pollution, keep away.",

What was covered up were more than a dozen human-shaped patterns sprinkled with white ash to mark the location and posture where the corpse was found.

They were the first humans to be attacked by the blind beasts, the workers of Mine 242.

The neon bulbs turn on and off, making a dangerous buzzing sound. It is dark, oppressive, depressing, and suffocating. The devout Mehmadi became cautious and tiptoed, for fear of disturbing the dead souls wandering nearby. .

Lynch looked at the white ash on the ground and was stunned. He didn't know which twisted white ash pattern belonged to his father.

All he knew was that his life had been completely changed since that incident.

If it weren't for his father's accident, he would be able to be a sports student with peace of mind, instead of doing odd jobs and doing hard work to subsidize his family.

Rugby is a brain-burning and brutal sport that combines wisdom and strength. Marcus Lynch, a small-town teenager, is simply a wizard tailored for this sport.

Strong body, quick mind, and indomitable will. Although he was excluded by the team because of his background, he knew that the main reason was himself. After that happened, he could no longer calm down and plan his future.

If nothing happened to his father, he would be able to concentrate on training, and he would definitely be able to make a big splash in the high school league.

Received a high scholarship, entered the college league NCAA, was selected by the NFL team scouts,

With his strength, it is not surprising that he was the No. [-] pick in the draft this season. He led the team to the playoffs and won the Super Bowl... Wearing a championship ring, listening to the cries of the audience around the world, becoming a high-paid football star player,

Taking his family to move to the bustling metropolis of Terra, the mother planet of human beings, to live a prosperous life and avoid the disaster of Pandora.

Wearing rugby armor and rampaging on the green field, the shouts of thousands of spectators,
That is the life that the young Marcus Lynch yearned for, not joining the army, letting his body and mind be covered with scars, blood and tears, carrying the souls of his comrades, tortured by memories and nightmares, becoming a passionless and exhausted man. middle-aged people.

Every time after taking a shower or shaving, Lynch would not look directly into his eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger. In the mirror, he was a neurotic veteran with PTSD.

The ambition of a young man has long been destroyed by the cruel reality,

340 meters underground, with dim lights, Lynch just looked at the white ash on the ground, silent for a long time.

(He is so sad...)
Sigurdlifa looked at her lover's back, but couldn't do anything, and felt very distressed.

"Several mining sites have been bombed and collapsed." Wang Hongye came back after a circle: "For the time being, don't worry about the blind beast attack."

"It's hard work, Big Sister, even so, you must remain vigilant, the bullets are loaded, and you are ready to fight at any time."

"Boss, what is he doing, he doesn't speak, just looks down."

"Remembrance of loved ones who have passed away."

"Don't bother the boss, let him stay alone for a while, and we will be responsible for the vigilance."

Lynch tapped his helmet a few times, trying to bring himself back to reality, searched the mine car, opened the transformer iron box, still found nothing, and searched aimlessly.

He squatted down, checked the rails and sleepers, and muttered: "The FBI has banned the family members of the victims from coming here. I really don't understand. They are all broken metal. There is nothing you can't see."

"Afraid that the germs and parasites carried by blind beasts will flow into the society? I guess." Onjien said: "By the way, little Marcus, did you read the press conference held by the accident investigation team back then?"

"Of course, after watching the live broadcast,

The investigation team put the blame on the low-level management of the mine, saying that they were too greedy, dug too deep, awakened the ancient creatures sleeping in Pandora's underground, had no sense of responsibility and lacked professional knowledge, Balabala, a bunch of fucking bullshit !

Every time an accident happens, the routine is the same as that of mud, and a bunch of unlucky people are forced out to cover their backs. The federal officials and corporate executives who should really be responsible live freely under the shadow of power and money.

Of course, the family members didn't buy it, but no one cared about our voices, and the parade was dispersed, as you all know. "

"Hmph, sometimes I think, if we can reclaim a safe area in the post-apocalyptic wasteland of Pandora, and not be ruled by those corrupt politicians and greedy capital, it would be pretty good.

Little Marcus, you have been away from your hometown for ten years. You have made outstanding military achievements and a successful career. Now that you have overcome many difficulties and returned to this sad place that you least want to remember, you must have no trust in the official rhetoric. You need to give Explain to yourself. "

"That's what happened, Uncle Onjien, the war made me have no time to think, and then I was busy working for a living, and I didn't have time to recall the past, but the clues I got recently...keep me awake at night, and I can't live normally without investigating clearly. "

"I will try my best to help you... You showed me the pamphlet of the terrorist Bellwood. He mentioned your father's name and called your father a mentor, a pioneer..."

"Why, what do you remember, Uncle Onjean?"

"I'm old and confused. After so many years of wandering wasteland to survive, my memory is a little fuzzy... When I came back to this mine, I remembered something...

Your father is unusual. Patricia Lynch is not the stereotypical illiterate miner who drinks and beats his wife.
He does not have a high degree of education, but he has a good family education. He does not follow the crowd like others. He likes to think independently and has his own ideas. He is strong and strong, but he is good at persuading others with reason.

Although I also work in the mine and work as a security guard in the equipment warehouse, I am not in the same job area as your father,

But I heard a long time ago that Patricia Lynch, the team leader of Mine 242, consulted the materials and compiled them into a book, spent money to print the book and circulated it to the workers, and also organized interest groups and went to the tavern for meetings on weekends. "

Lynch looked at each other in shock: "Books? I never knew my father wrote books,"

"Obviously, your father never showed his other side in front of his family. He was afraid of getting involved, which just means that he loves you."

"Have you read those books?"

"No, but I know the habit of miners. After lunch, they play cards under dim neon lights. Your father thinks that playing cards is a meaningless entertainment. He guides the workers around him and changes the game of cards to reading. Deep reading, they say."

Onjien wandered back and forth in the mine, stopped in front of a metal oil drum, and kicked it over. The inside was full of gravel and ashes. He picked up a crowbar and pulled it back and forth in the ashes:

"Look! I found a copy! Oops, it's a pity...it was burned..."

(End of this chapter)